Holes

Fellow travelers come and go
Steps on our shared journey
And when we stumble
We steady each other
Until we miss
And they fall
Away
Fall
Behind
Fall
Down
Disappear
Leaving holes
In the weavings
Which we finger
Until it’s threadbare
And we knit the best we can
But so many still fall through the holes

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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